Friday the 13th...

So, it turns out last night wasn't my last night in Edinburgh after all. While I was still loading my car this afternoon, my right ankle (which has never been quite the same since I went over on it while wearing brothel creepers in 1994) had a run in with a wonky paving slab outside my front door. It's only a sprain, but put paid to the 2 1/2 hour drive to Aberdeen. I'm hoping it's okay by tomorrow, and in the meantime it's feet up and takeaway for tea. Worse things happen at sea, eh?